Naruto: The dungeon I developed went viral throughout the entire ninja world.

Chapter 109: You are a battery, not a god

As the metal cockpit slowly closed, the atmosphere inside the store became somewhat eerie.

Roy looked at the data on the screen, smiled slightly, and shook his head.

"god?"

"In this world, apart from Kaguya Otsutsuki, that alien woman who eats fruit, what gods are there? They are just a group of pitiful creatures who possess great power but can't even see their own destiny."

Naruto leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Since absorbing Ashura's chakra, his sensory abilities had reached an astonishing level.

Naruto suddenly spoke up.

"Manager, after that guy went in, his chakra fluctuations became very chaotic, like his faith was collapsing."

"Collapse is the right thing to do."

Roy adjusted the parameters of the instance, maximizing the mental impact and realism.

"How can we get him to willingly spend money on a new future if we don't smash his old beliefs to pieces?"

"The show is about to begin. Let's see what kind of expression this god will make when he realizes he's just a spare part."

[Duplicate Space: The True Owner of the Rinnegan]

Pain's, or rather Nagato's, consciousness was re-formed.

He discovered that he had no physical form and was currently floating in a dark underground cave from a God's-eye view.

This is not Amegakure, nor is it any place he remembers.

The walls were covered with huge pipes that eventually converged in the center of the cave, connecting to a golem.

It is a heretical demon statue.

Nagato was startled. As the leader of Akatsuki, he naturally recognized this thing; it was a summoning beast he had summoned, a vessel for the tailed beasts.

But the golem looked even more withered at this moment, as if its life force had been sucked away by something.

Below the golem sat an old man.

He was an old man, almost crumbling, with white hair, skin like withered tree bark, and even breathing seemed unusually difficult.

Several tubes connected to the golem were inserted into his back, as if he were clinging to life by relying on the golem's remaining vitality.

Even so, the aura emanating from the old man still made Nagato, who was floating in the air, feel a chill that came from the depths of his soul.

This person is very domineering, possessing an aura that surpasses even the ninja world.

"Madara-sama."

A creature that was half plant and half human emerged from underground; it was White Zetsu.

"That brat from the Uzumaki clan has been found."

"yes……"

The old man slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, Nagato felt as if the whole world had stopped.

Three tomoe, Mangekyou Sharingan, and finally transformed into purple ripples—the Rinnegan!

Nagato stared at those eyes, and they were exactly the same as the ones in his own eye sockets!

"This is... Uchiha Madara?"

Nagato cried out in her heart, but could only watch helplessly as the images shifted.

The scene changed, and we arrived at a dilapidated wooden house.

Nagato saw her younger self.

Back then, he was just an ordinary red-haired kid with clear eyes.

However, these eyes are very ordinary; they are not Rinnegan at all!

That night, unlike Nagato's memory, he did not awaken his divine power because of a mistaken killing by a Konoha ninja.

The truth is cruel.

Madara Uchiha appeared in the wooden house. The old man reached out and forcefully gouged out his own Rinnegan.

Blood was everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, blood-stained eyes were stuffed into the eye sockets of young Nagato.

Throughout this process, Ban was as indifferent as if he were discussing an object.

"The Uzumaki clan is indeed very resilient; they make a good vessel."

"My body has reached its limit, but these eyes cannot decay with me."

"Leave it with this brat. When he grows up, has experienced enough pain, and has learned to use these eyes... he will become the one who casts the spell."

Madara wiped the blood off his hands, looked at the young Nagato who was convulsing in agony while unconscious, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Nagato... From this day forward, you will be my storehouse. Safeguard these eyes for me until the day I am resurrected."

Nagato, who was observing from outside the instance, felt as if his brain was about to crash and his Dao heart was about to be damaged.

"It's fake...it must be fake!"

He roared madly in his heart.

"I am a god! I am the reincarnation of the Sage of Six Paths! These eyes were given to me by the heavens to save the world!"

"How could it be someone else's property? How could it be part of Madara's conspiracy?!"

"This is an illusion! It's the shopkeeper's trick!"

He attempted to mobilize his chakra and use Shinra Tensei to destroy this absurd illusion.

But in this instance, he is merely an observer, only able to see and hear.

The image distorted again, and the timeline began to jump.

This time, the scene takes place atop a tall tower in Amegakure.

The rain was still falling; it was the kind of rain Nagato knew best.

Yahiko is dead, Nagato's legs are crippled, and he has just created the Six Paths of Pain, vowing to make the world feel pain.

In the shadows he couldn't see, two figures were whispering to each other.

The man wearing the vortex mask is the one who always calls himself Uchiha Madara, and the other is Zetsu, who is half black and half white.

"That Nagato guy..."

Obito's voice was full of mockery and contempt.

"Does he really think he's a reincarnation of the Six Realms, doing something to make the world feel pain and build some kind of ideal country?"

"Hmph, just a useful pawn."

Obito leaned against the wall, playing with the kunai in his hand.

"The power of the Rinnegan is too great; his body simply cannot fully control it. Look at how emaciated he is now; it's proof that his life force has been drained by the eye."

Black Zetsu's voice then rang out.

"It doesn't matter. As long as he can hold on until he collects all the tailed beasts and finally uses the Outer Path: Samsara of Heavenly Life Technique to revive the real Madara, his mission will be complete."

"As for whether he lives or dies? Heh..."

Black Zetsu let out a sinister laugh.

"It's a disposable battery; you just throw it away after you're done using it."

"Battery... Warehouse... Tool..."

These words struck at Nagato's soul.

He made sacrifices for peace, believing himself to be a god...

At this moment, in the eyes of these people behind the scenes, it was just a battery, the kind that is used up and then thrown away.

"No...it's impossible..."

Nagato trembled within the instance space.

He looked at the masked man who had guided him to establish the Akatsuki organization and told him about the Eye of the Moon Plan, "Madara".

So, this was all fake too. Even this guide was a fake; they were all just using him!

"You...how dare you..."

Anger erupted in Nagato's heart, but even more so was the panic and helplessness after the collapse of his faith.

If even the Rinnegan belongs to someone else, then what is Nagato?

A container for pleasing other people's eyes?

The image freezes again.

This time, it's the scene before Madara Uchiha's death.

The arrogant Asura left his final words to Zetsu before pulling out his life-saving tubes.

"Go, nurture him, guide him."

Ban's voice was like a curse.

"Give him pain and despair, and make him believe he is the savior."

"Only in this way will he willingly pave the way for me, and only then will he sacrifice his life to resurrect me for the sake of a false peace."

"Nagato... is just a spare part in my resurrection plan."

Nagato's belief, which he had upheld for over twenty years, and his pride as a god, were utterly shattered at this moment.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

He roared in his mental world.

This is not an illusion.

As the possessor of the Rinnegan, he can distinguish between illusions and memories.

These images were so realistic, so logically sound, that they even explained a question that had puzzled him for years.

Why does he, as a member of the Uzumaki clan, possess Uchiha eye techniques? Why does using these eyes place such a heavy burden on his body?

Because they weren't his eyes at all!

"A scam...it's all a scam!"

"Madara! Obito! Absolutely!"

"You scum! How dare you fool the gods!!"

The real world, the illusory training ground.

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Alarms blared inside the store, and cracks even began to appear on the metal exterior.

【warn!warn! 】

[Player's mental fluctuations have exceeded the critical threshold! S-rank chakra rampage detected!]

[The copy system is being strongly resisted, and the program is forcibly restarting...]

Behind the counter, Bai turned pale with fright, and the account book in his hand fell to the ground.

"Manager! Is the customer... going to explode?!"

"What's there to be nervous about? Stay calm. This is our home turf. What are we afraid of?"

Roy remained seated firmly in his chair, even taking a leisurely sip of his soda.

He looked at the cockpit that was about to explode, without the slightest panic in his eyes.

"It can't be blown up."

Roy pressed a few buttons on the console.

"Give him some sedatives, on a physical level."

"Bai, grab the abacus and get ready to record the expenses. The repair costs for this machine, the compensation for emotional distress, and the shock fee... all of these will be charged to him later."

"This guy is the leader of Akatsuki, he's incredibly rich."

Naruto watched coldly from the sidelines.

"So these so-called gods... can't even see their own destiny?"

"He was used like a battery for half his life, and he was still smugly thinking that he was a savior."

"How pathetic."

Just then, a loud bang was heard.

The hatch of the metal cockpit popped open, and a powerful repulsive force erupted from the cockpit in all directions!

Shinra Tensei!

This force is enough to destroy the shop and even blow off the entire roof.

"Certainly."

Roy simply uttered a single word, and an invisible domain power was activated.

The repulsive force, powerful enough to destroy everything, vanished without a trace after spreading out of the cockpit within a meter.

Pain sat up from his cockpit.

His disguise had been completely removed, revealing his signature black robe with red clouds and the cold black stick on his face.

He turned his head and stared intently at Roy behind the counter.

His gaze didn't seem to be looking at a mortal, but rather at an all-knowing devil.

"tell me……"

Payne stepped out of the cockpit and walked toward Roy.

A terrifying killing intent swirled around him, but he dared not make a move. This shop manager was no ordinary person; he should keep a low profile for now, as he was unsure of the other party's true situation.

"Those...scenes..."

Payne braced his hands on the counter.

"Tell me... is all of this... true?!"

Roy wore a businessman's professional fake smile.

"Whether it's true or not, don't you already have the answer in your heart, Nagato?"

Roy called out that name.

"Or rather... would you rather remain the unsuspecting god, waiting to become a sacrifice for Madara's resurrection?"

"If that's the case, I can give you a refund; you can pretend you never came."

Which one... would you choose?